In all honesty waking up today, wasn't really fun at all. Not even in girl terms. Why of all days did today have to be the day she was finally caught! For 525 years she has not yet been caught for what she is, she was so happy too, but why today! Why was it so important today be the worst day in history for her. What was happening, and who was doing this. All of these great great questions, she would love answered but instead she's met with a voice that she didn't wanna hear in the first place.
"Oh God no!" She cursed herself under her breath, upset, and with destain. "What do you want here you ass?!"
"Geez and here I am, trying to save you." He sighed, and pouted." And calling me an ass, now that hurts." He play wiped a tear from his eye.
"Shut up!" She glared at him, wanting nothing more then to punch him. "Why are you even here, Ora!?" He sighed and looked at her. "Ambrosia, please calm yourself so I can get the-" When a large bang sound echoed into the room and the shrill sound of a crazed girl's laughter came, she could only panic knowing her kidnapper had come back. "Hide!"Ambrosia whisper/yelled at Ora, giving him the heads up that the woman was close, and he was in danger unlike her. Ora ran behind some big crates, or they could have been boxes he wasn't quite sure, it was too dark for him to be sure.
The woman walked in front of her, hips in a light sway, legs showing through the slit in the dress, long curly, obviously bleached blonde hair was hanging down her back. She wore on evening gown, blue it was colored, the dress showed off skin, a lot of it and she had heels that honestly looked like stripper shoes.
She smiled and leaned down grabbing a fist full of Ambrosia's pastel purple hair.
"So tell me Ambrosia what hurts more? Physical or Emotional pain?"
